Once upon a time there was a wonderful city, sparkling magic and international humanity. People in there flooded joyful the streets, waiting for Christmas to bring joy and treats. Between gala nights and gifts for the family, my journey went well and I took the plane merrily. Here are a few pics of lights and car horns,SigueSigue leyendo «1ondon for 2nights»
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Mist in Castilla La Mancha
«Mancha» in spanish means stain, mark. Something you didn’t want, but that defines you beyond any chance of hiding it or faking it. You ate something, you’ve been to a dirty place, you did something wrong. In our history we give a lot of importance to people’s marks. And when something terrible happens we say itSigueSigue leyendo «Mist in Castilla La Mancha»
Guerra y Paz por un Italiano en Madrid
Fue hace 4 anos que mi hermana me secuestró. Me recogió desde Italia para llevarme en un barco nocturno, como uno de estos inmigrantes que tanto temen muchos, en España. Me recuerdo como si fuese ayer la tierra Roja de Barcelona que juntos veíamos pasar de la ventanilla del coche mientras conducía hacia la ciudad que seSigueSigue leyendo «Guerra y Paz por un Italiano en Madrid»
The Ladybug Intervention
«Bienvenido a Madrid» they say. From the bedroom of a noisy room, engulfing meds like candies for the first operation of the year (yeah, it is leap year after all) I didn’t really feel welcomed by the city. A few months ago we were living in a small apartment that luckily had amazingly wide windows.SigueSigue leyendo «The Ladybug Intervention»
O K
The doctors say I can go back to life. So hello rainy life! There’s nothing better than an umbrella above your head and a trip to the mountains to recover and heal with good air. Today I’m so excited!!! Viva la vita!!!!!!! lp
Pensieri albeggianti all’aereoporto
Ho sempre amato svegliarmi prima dell’alba. Un colpo di fulmine avvenuto tra me e il mattino più di 30 anni fa. Certo i miei genitori sono stati un po’ complici in questo. Durante le vacanze infatti eravamo di quei pochi (allora) che alle 3 del mattino si svegliavano per andare al mare. Adoravo quei risvegli. Il frescoSigueSigue leyendo «Pensieri albeggianti all’aereoporto»